Through the little girl's eyes

August 31, 2008

By Crystal G., Tempe, AZ

Image Credit: Omar M., Phildelphia, PA

The author's comments:

I write alot of poetry but I think this is the best one i've written so far. this poem tells basicly about how my childhood was. Even though i do not feel this way no more i still write a lot about my past feelings.

Its a stuck image, engraved in the little dome of hers. Shes turning fifteen, but not in the present. Shes in the past suffering her childhood memories, over time shes dying. Nobody knows. She has screamed many times, but her cries were muffled by a pillow in her face. Who has done it, He did! Hes a ghost, running free around her mothers house. Nobody knows. And nobody can see that she changed over time. Nobody knows that she has died in the closet that one night.

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